Page 5 of Date Night

"Yeah. I doubt any of them are going to want to be here early in the morning to bother us." I smile up at him and nod my head to let him know that I'm sure about this.

"Alright, peeps, you heard her." Braylon went about getting everything cleaned up with everyone else.

I made my way to the front where the crowd was still yelling and cursing right outside.

"Don't worry about them, they don't understand that serial killers is one of the most intriguing parts of our humanity. It's only natural." Liora says giving me a bright smile. Her thin lipspainted noir black spread wide as she smiled and clapped me on the shoulder on her way out of the library.

She's a interesting individual. I'm not sure if she's more interested in making the documentary or murder in general but beggers can't be choosers. I need help and she's willing to give it.

I keep my eyes on the small group of them as they walk out of the library. The group yelling and screaming outside simply parted and let them pass. I sigh when I realize that it wasn't going to turn into some sort of blood bath. The group outside was just there to excerise their right of speech. I'm fine with that. The words they were screaming were still hurtful but I could deal with that.

After seeing that everyone was able to be on their way with no harm I'm ready to get a move on myself.

"I'll walk you to your car. No worries okay." Bryson rubs a soothing hand on my shoulder and I smile up at him. I'm so grateful for him.

Together we walk outside and the roar of the people grows when they see me.

"You murder lover!"

"Shame on you!"

"Get out of here!"

I keep my head down and nearly run in the direction of my car. Braylon staying with me every step of the way.

I do my best to ignore what the people around me are saying but I'm not deaf. I can hear every word and each one slices into me like a dagger.

By the time I get to my car, I'm shaking with nerves.

Braylon leans down into my window. "See, easy, piece of cake." He smiles at me. He doesn't even look rattled. I wish I was as strong as he is.

"Yeah...super easy." I joke right along with him. "I'll see you early in the morning okay."

Bryson nods and steps away from the car so I can pull out.

Every inch I get away from the group of people in front of the library the softer the roar of their anger but it doesn't stop the doubts swirling around in my head.

There has always been something that drew me to the date night killer case. Even when it was happening ten years ago I remember being glued to my television set waiting for news updates. I lived a few towns away from where it was all going down.

My mother was more concerened with me staying safe, I was more concerend with getting into the mind of whoever was behind the atrocities. In fact I can positiviely say the date night killer is the reason I became so interested in true crime programs. Ever since then I've been hooked.

But now that I'm actively in the mix. Actively digging into the real lives of the real people involved I'm starting to think that maybe it's not the best thing to do.

I didn't come out here to hurt anyone. Didn't come out here to make things worse for the town but that's what it seems like I'm doing.

"No, you can't give up." I say to myself but I swear I hear my mother's voice ringing in my ears. No matter what my passion was she was always there to push me to pursue it. Just because she isn't here anymore doesn't stop her life lessons.

I'm going to keep going. If not for me than for her.

By the time I finish the world is going to know all about the date night killer.

Chapter 3

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I've been trying to run away from death for as long as I can remember, and just when I thought I'd put the blood and killing behind me, here she comes digging all my skeletons back up.

I'm standing outside the library, the night air thick with tension, shadows wrapping around me like a familiar cloak. The dimly lit windows at the back reveal a quiet interior, rows of bookshelves looming like sentinels. The place is utterly deserted, not a soul in sight. No one is here to see me, but that doesn’t matter. I’ve always known how to blend into the darkness, how to become part of the night.

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